His hair is made of willow leaves, his beard of tangled thyme He watches over sprouting seeds, ensures their vines will climb Ensures the berries plump with juice, ensures the birds are nourished Ensures the fawns of spring are safe, sound ensures they flourish A crown of ivy atop his head, he tends the timeless nurseries He guards the flower beds I think I see him right over there! In every spore or root or leaf or fruit, I know he’s there! A face in the foliage, a smile in the vine Beneath the rainbow's arch, he stands ensuring life will thrive With every hue, a song is sung, a story to be told Vibrant life in fertile soil, blooming blossoms bold Toadstools and worms pepper sprawling emerald scapes Even the smallest ant most deserving of his place He speaks in rustling branches, the murmur of the stream A smiling face of oak, a promise every spring